Steps – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40

Good Thursday night… for twenty minutes, anyway!  I wasn’t sure I would participate in Crispina‘s challenge this week and then, I thought I would just supply a “reply photo” but then found two and couldn’t decide on which one to use and decided to use both, then thought: “I can’t just plop two photos!” So I thought I’d write a little story but then nothing came to me and, driving home from work, a haiku came to mind. Only to promptly disappear as I parked my car.  Sigh.  As I played with my pictures, other words came to mind so. Well. This is what you get!

Where do these steps go?

In the middle of no where

How can I resist?

Do I see a light?

This is an invitation

I cannot resist

More steps up ahead

A neverending journey

Makes life worth living

Weekend Writing Prompt #107 – Spin

I cannot resist this challenge even when it is a “long” one of 92 words 😉 Thank you, Sammi, for offering up this weekly word challenge!

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt

Spin

Challenge

As a child, she loved to spin.

Arms wide, head thrown back

Feet turning in one direction

As the surrounding scenery blurred

She did her best to remain upright

 

As a teen, she chose to spin

Going on amusement rides that spun her around

Dating guys who left her dizzy

A mix of confidence and uncertainty

Tried her best to remain upright

 

As an adult, she’d rather not spin

But life has other plans

Tossing challenges her way

Till she feels loss of control

Still, she does her best to remain upright

Weekend Writing Prompt #101 – Charlatan

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you Sammi, for this challenge where I keep challenging myself!

Word Prompt

Charlatan

Challenge

First of fifteen
She’d not be swayed
None shall I have!
She vehemently said
Yet, at twenty-four
A fourth! No, oh dread!

Determined was she
To end this misfortune
Doctor could help
Illegal abortion
The place was so filthy
She recoiled in aversion

A charlatan is he
She turned to flee
Thank goodness
Because
My mother and me
Would never be!

Conversation With Myself – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #22

I’ve been mulling over Crispina’s photo for two days now.  We’ve had a few paths or gates so far – albeit all very different – and I didn’t want to find myself telling a different version of a previous story.  What to do?  I found myself having an internal dialogue, going over ideas.  Hey….there ya go.  Make that the story.  So I did.  Care to join in on the fun?  Just click here to find out all the rules and regs.  There are none!  Well, except going over 150 words.  That’s the only rule.  Not so tough, eh?

Conversation With Myself

Does that path up ahead look smooth to you?

No, why? Is it supposed to be?

I though it might be; at least somewhat.

Where’d you get that notion?

I figured I’d earned it by now.

Based on what, exactly?

My age, years worked, life experiences

And you figured by now, all the hard stuff would be done?

Pretty much

Kind of presumptuous, no?

You think? I just didn’t figure I’d be starting over so late in the game.

Life’s funny like that.  Just when you think you have it figured out—

Boom!  Here comes another rock, jutting out just enough to trip you

You know what they say, right?

Oh shut up! 

But it’s true!

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger… Ugh.

You’re resilient.  You can handle it.

Well maybe I’d just like for things to ease up!

They will, in time.

When?

Soon enough.

I hate you.

 

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #15 – To Come Full Circle

I have been drawn in, once again, to Crispina’s CCC challenge.  First of all, because the sunflower is my favourite flower – even when she is spent and ready to be put to rest.  I didn’t want to focus on her death but could not avoid it.  And then, what the hell was I thinking?  I decided to try my hand at a double etheree (didn’t even know what that was before Willow introduced me to one a good while back).  And then, yesterday, Merril went and posted a beautiful one and somehow here I am trying my hand at writing crazy stuff that I know nothing about.  Call me crazy.

To Come Full Circle

Dead

Finished

Time is up

Served my purpose

Seeds and glory, gone

Sadly, I hang my head

I was beautiful, before

But now, I fear, am fading fast

The birds come no more, I am spent

My green once so bright has dulled to yellow

 

But wait!  I have lost sight of my purpose

I have fed nature’s smallest creatures

I have given, with all my love

Facing the sun, I spread joy

I replenish my stock

Letting some seeds fall

To plant themselves

Born again

To give

Life

 

(Word count:  89)

Our Friendship

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I dropped you off after a delicious evening
There was good food and wine,
But the deliciousness came from our talk
Fun talk, serious talk, honest talk.
Driving home, listening to “Tonic” on CBC Radio 2
A jazzy version of “West Side Story” is playing.

I’m crying.

No, not the gulping, tear-flowing, hiccupping kind –
The throat so tight and the eyes burning kind.
It’s the “fight scene” part of the music
So representing what’s going inside of me.
My emotions are all over the map, fighting with each other
Yet I’m not sad, nor hurt and far from mad
I’m all of those and also glad.

You, my friend, had put a mirror in my face
And told me to take a good look
No, no, not in so many words
You pushed and you shoved and you pushed again
Not out of hate, out of love
Giving me shit for not committing to something
Telling me I’m brilliant and can do whatever I set my mind to
I look at you in disbelief and reply “oh please! in what way?”
You give me shit again! And again tell me I can (do anything)
I laugh and nod to placate you but also
Because deep-down I know you’re right

The song has changed to the velvet-voiced, Mel Tormé
Singing “Who Can Ask For Anything More?”

My mood has turned reflective
Who would have thought a friendship would bloom
In a woman’s-only gym, sweating to crappy dance music
A bunch of loud-mouthed Anglo broads taking up the corner
Of the mostly-French-frequented establishment
Convincing me to join you in that crazy Spinning class
Picking up our toddlers from the gym’s daycare
We’re not in the same tax bracket and it doesn’t matter
There are no feelings of “better than” or “not good enough”
It’s comfortable

Next thing I know, you are secretly invited to my 38th birthday
Where they put a “39” candle on my cake!
You fit right it and are nicknamed “Mouth” by my mother
It’s a sign that you are just like us

This is the real start to our regularly getting together
Outside of the gym for movies or lunch or dinner
We become a trio with Brenda, who is sadly no longer with us
We get together with husbands and kids

That said, we are happiest being just the two of us

Life happens: hearts broken, divorce, new loves,
Last-minute wedding invitations, death
We have times where we don’t see each other for months
But it matters not
We just pick up where we left off as if not a day has gone by

Though at times frustrated by your lack of ability to
Just pick up the damn phone and call
I’ve given in and accepted you for who you are as you have for me
I do know that if you do need someone for anything
I will be the first one you’ll call and I’ll be there for you
And when my turn comes
You will be there with a roast, a coffee cake, an Ativan

I don’t want to make the mistake I did with Brenda and Roxanne
They are no longer with us, it’s too late
So allow me to take this moment to tell you
While you are alive and kicking
Though, like me, you don’t come from an “I love you”
Kind of family, I’ll tell you anyway
I love you, my friend Patricia!

This will be us in many years!

old friends

And remember

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